BRAD & ANGELINA'S BIG BABY ANNOUNCEMENT!Wednesday November 15, 2006

Brad Pitt's family in Springfield, Mo., can't wait for the holidays! Not only is Brad planning to bring Angelina Jolie and their three children to town for the Christmas holidays — to stay in the palatial house he just had built only a quarter of a mile away from Brad's folks, but Brangelina also has an exciting announcement they want to make!

The cover to Green Arrow #13. Art by Matt Wagner. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onomatopoeia_%28comics%29http://www.comictreadmill.com/CTMBlogarchives/2005/2005_Monthly/2005_06.php

Pick-up lines

I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away!

Hey baby... drop that zero and get with the hero in other words... you better come with me.

Excuse me, but do you have tickets? (Tickets for what?) (Points to arm and flex) To the gun show!

If you were a booger I'd pick you first.

   I'm a riddle in nine syllables,An elephant, a ponderous house,A melon strolling on two tendrils.O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.Money's new-minted in this fat purse.I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.I've eaten a bag of green apples,Boarded the train there's no getting off.

-Sylvia Plath

California Stars

I'd like to rest my heavy head tonightOn a bed of California starsI'd like to lay my weary bones tonightOn a bed of California stars

I'd love to feel Your hand touching mineAnd tell me why  I must keep working on

Yes I'd give my life To lay my head tonight on a bed of California stars

I'd like to dream My troubles all awayOn a bed of California stars

Jump up from my starbed Make another dayUnderneath my California stars

They hang like grapes On vines that shineAnd warm the lovers' glass Like friendly wine

So I'd give this worldJust to dream a dream with youOn our bed of California stars

I'd like to rest my heavy head tonightOn a bed of California starsI'd like to lay my weary bones tonightOn a bed of California stars

I'd love to feel Your hand touching mineAnd tell me why  I must keep working on

Yes I'd give my life To lay my head tonight on a bed of California stars

I'd like to dream My troubles all awayOn a bed of California stars

Jump up from my starbed Make another dayUnderneath my California stars

They hang like grapes On vines that shineAnd warm the lovers' glass Like friendly wine

So I'd give this worldJust to dream a dream with youOn our bed of California stars

So I'd give this worldJust to dream a dream with youOn our bed of California stars

(Dream a dream with you)

Sound of SilenceHello darkness, my old friend,Ive come to talk with you again,Because a vision softly creeping,Left its seeds while I was sleeping,And the vision that was planted in my brain, still remainsWithin the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked aloneNarrow streets of cobblestone,neath the halo of a street lamp,I turned my collar to the cold and dampWhen my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon lightThat split the nightAnd touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I sawTen thousand people, maybe more.People talking without speaking,People hearing without listening,People writing songs that voices never shareAnd no one daredDisturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i,you do not knowSilence like a cancer grows.Hear my words that I might teach you,Take my arms that I might reach you.But my words like silent raindrops fell,And echoedIn the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayedTo the neon God they made.And the sign flashed out its warning,In the words that it was forming.And the signs said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway wallsAnd tenement halls.And whisperd in the sounds of silence.

Holes To Heaventhe air was more than humanand the heat was more than hungry and the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes

the bulls were running wildbecause they’re big and mean and sacredand there’re children playing cricket with no shoes

the next morning we woke up, man, with a seven hour drivewell there we were stuck in port blairewhere boats break and children stareand there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heavenmmhmmand there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heavenmmhmm

disembarking from the portwith no mistakes of any sortmoving soundly, engine running smooth

officials were quite friendly once we drown them with our sweet talkand we bribed them with our cigarettes and booze

the next morning we woke up man with the sunrise to the rightmoving back north to port blairewhere boats break and children stareand there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heavenmmhmmyes and there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heavenmmhmm

"How It Should Be (Sha Sha)"

when i was a movie star, an asteroid had hit the earth and prematurely ended my career. i thought out loud, but no one heard me saying:

"nothing isn't nothing, nothing's something that's important to me. that's right. and everyone's a little nothing, that's ok, that's how it shouldbe."

that's right. that's right. sha sha. sha doo.

when i was an astronaut, i bought a fancy charm. i thought you liked it but you called it cheap and at my feet it felt like:

"so sue me, it's up to me if i decide to be what i think is right. and don't bother me when i'm watching 'planet of the apes' on t.v."

that's right. that's how it should be. sha sha. sha doo.

"so sue me, it's up to me if i decide to be what i think is right. the sound, it found the ground and it hid it for free."

that's right. that's how it should be. sha sha. sha doo.

Oh baby baby, oh baby baby

Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to knowThat something wasnt right hereOh baby baby, I shouldnt have let you goAnd now youre out of sight, yeahShow me how you want it to beTell me baby cuz I need to know now, oh because

ChorusMy loneliness is killin me (and I)I must confess I still believe (still believe)When Im not with you I lose my mindGive me a sign, hit me baby one more time!

Oh baby baby, the reason I breathe is youBoy youve got me blindedOh pretty baby, theres nothin that I wouldnt doThats not the way I planned it

Show me how you want it to beTell me baby cuz I need to know now, oh because

Chorus

Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to knowOh pretty baby, I shouldnt have let you goI must confess that my lonelinessIs killin me nowDont you know I still believeThat you will be hereAnd give me a sign, hit me baby one more time

Chorus

I must confess (my loneliness) that my loneliness(is killing me) is killing me now(I must confess) dont you (I still believe) know I still believeThat you will be here (I lose my mind)And give me a sign...Hit me baby one more time!

The DistanceReluctantly crouched at the starting line,Engines pumping and thumping in time.The green light flashes, the flags go up.Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.

They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.

As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.The fans get up and they get out of town.The arena is empty except for one man,Still driving and striving as fast as he can.

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,And long ago somebody left with the cup.But hes driving and striving and hugging the turns.And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Hes going the distance.Hes going for speed.Shes all aloneIn her time of need.Because hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse,Hes going the distance.

No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,Hes haunted by something he cannot define.Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.In his mind, hes still driving,still making the grade.Shes hoping in time that her memories will fade.

Cause hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse.The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,And long ago somebody left with the cup.But hes striving and driving and hugging the turns.And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Cause hes going the distance.Hes going for speed.Shes all aloneIn her time of need.Because hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse.Hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse.Hes going the distance.Hes going for speed.Hes going the distance.